So, the next week began a very large snowball effect. After dogwalking Saturday, I saw him briefly again Sunday at YSA FHE and Tuesday at Institute. That Sunday at FHE, I don't remember all of our conversation, but I remember that he remembered my birthday, including the year. I think that might've been the Sunday I teased him about being older than I am, but that might've been a later Sunday.
Anyways, that Tuesday I saved a seat for Steven next to me (which I had tried to do the week before, too, but it hadn't worked) and he told me he had some good news, and some bad news. Completely unsure of what to expect, I asked for the bad news first. The bad news was that he'd be leaving earlier than he'd previously thought, and that he wouldn't be here for my birthday. (I was speechless, and touched that missing my birthday meant something to him, because I hadn't even really made that connection yet.) The good news was that we'd be able to put blankets and stuff in the truck bed for the Big Mo. (I'd already asked Mom if I could borrow one of the extra mattresses in the attic, but she'd said no. So I didn't bring it up, but just sort of laughed.) Later, probably about halfway through the lesson, Brother Tuckfield drew a picture of the Salt Lake Temple on the board, and I asked Steven if he'd ever seen the Lights at Temple Square. He hadn't, and I told him that next time he flew home for Christmas to stay in Salt Lake for a night and go see the Lights. He asked if I would be in Utah at that time, and when I said yes, he marked it off on his calendar. It was a good night. :)
(I might as well admit that I was finding it more and more difficult to push myself at work. Not only because now I had other things I'd rather spend all day thinking about, but because I'd realized I'd been looking at the problem wrong, and I needed to do a lot of stuff over again. As it turns out, I never did figure it out completely.... I hope I left enough notes and calculations that they could tell I was trying, even if I still don't know where the ideal place for the supports are. So many variables... and I'm still trying to figure out the rules.)
Meanwhile, this week was also the week of the LDS Augusta Stake Girls' Camp, and Steven had briefly mentioned that he'd be going up with his dad on Thursday to be on Priesthood Duty. I thought about it allll week, because I was planning to go up with Audrey Thursday night and pick up Kylie so she could make it to an early morning doctor's appointment Friday morning. And then Friday was the day we'd picked for our Big Mo date (I'd texted Steven after flipping through my planner and realizing that it was the only Friday I had unbooked until I went back to BYU) and then Saturday was another YSA activity, and Sunday was YSA FHE. I would get see Steven four days in a row. Whoa!!
I carpooled with Audrey, and we made some new friends along the way, thanks to some car troubles. (that were unexpected but not unrealistic, because her car had been struck by lightning earlier in the week. She teased me that it was because she set me up with Steven.) We got there pretty late, after the testimony meeting had already started, and we quietly found some space to sit on the ground at the back. I, of course, immediately picked out Steven in the crowd, and almost went and sat down on the ground next to his camp chair, but then decided I didn't want to come across as a stalker. Partway through, I went up to the mess hall and found Sister Koschene making snow cones and stopped to help. She coyly mentioned that a little bird had told her I'd been on a date with Steven, and so I said yes, and that we already had a date in December, too. I meant our date to go see the Lights. She thought I meant a date to get married, which I quickly realized and corrected.
We finished up the snow cones and got to sit for just a minute before all the girls and guests came up from the testimony meeting. Steven came in, and I smiled and waved. He looked gratifyingly surprised, came over, and gave me a great big bear hug. (It felt so good!!) I met his dad, he met Kylie and Savannah, he helped me help Kylie get her stuff and pack it into Bishop Johnson's car (since Audrey's car was unavailable for the ride home), and said many, many sweet and endearing things... and then we had to part ways for the night.
Next day, I had intended to quilt with Mom in the morning, but it turns out that after I woke up and showered, Mom was in the middle of something. So I thought I'd straighten my hair and then we could get started. But when I straightened my hair, it was waaaay too poofy. So I tried to remember what it was that you rub on your hands and then run through your hair. The first thing that came to mind was olive oil. This was a BAD idea. I remembered afterwards it was hand lotion you were supposed to rub into your hands and then run through your hair. But I thought, "Well, maybe if I towel it off... or blow dry it... or something... then I won't have to totally start over." Turns out, nothing except washing your hair will get rid of the olive oil grease. So, I washed my hair again, blow dried it, straightened it, ran hand-lotioned hands through it, brushed it a lot, and finally decided it was close enough. :3 hehe. I don't remember what time it was when I was finally finished, but it was late enough that there really wasn't a practical amount of time to start quilting. So, I got out the cooler of snacks and drinks I'd put together Monday night (Savannah had laughed at me for doing it so early in advance) and started adding some games to it. After that, I'm not sure what I did. I remember feeling more excited for this date than I did for prom, which is sayin' somethin', because I was pretty darn excited for prom. :)
Anyway, this seems to be a pretty good breaking place. More to come! ;)
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